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Yesterday, after a busy afternoon of running around to two different banks (mine and my mom's), attempting to go pay my next semester's tuition (the school had closed about two hours before I got there), and to a busy grocery store to do the weekly grocery shopping, my mom and I decided to stop at McDonalds for a late lunch.
We opted on going through the drive-thru because, well let's face it, we don't particularly like going inside. So, we got in line.
Thankfully the bulk of the work they had been doing to the drive-thru (a huge new speaker sign thingy - note the technical term used), as well as the inside drive-thru area, and quite possible more of the inside (they have had only drive-thru available at this particular location for about a month or so), things seemed to be back to normal.
In line, there are two cars in front of me. The car at the speaker drove around to pay within thirty seconds of me getting in line. I wait a minute (maybe less, it's hard to tell when you are waiting - the time seems to drag on and take forever when in actuality, only a few seconds have passed). The car in front of me doesn't move.
I can see two figures in the front seat - one behind the wheel, the other on the other side. Well, she wasn't actually on the other side, more like closer to his side (the side with the steering wheel). They were making out. Yes, in the drive-thru line with not only myself, but at least two or three cars behind me. Making. Out.
I honked the horn and they tore apart very quickly. I'm sure the would much rather have continued doing what they were doing, however, I was hungry. It seemed to take forever for them to put their order in. I'm sure the driver's mind wasn't working properly after having been playing tonsil hockey for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, they drive on through.
I place our orders and pulled ahead. Things were a little slow again since the first window (where you normally pay) was closed and you had to drive on to the second one. I guess the couple in the car from Quebec must have gotten bored and it became make out time again. Thankfully they were a little more on the ball this time and didn't hold the rest of us up again.
Hmmm...could make for an interesting scene in a novel or short story...
The whole thing was comical, at least in my mind. Who would have thought the drive-thru line at McDonald's would be someones's "choice" make-out location. Aren't those places usually far away from all the lights and noise, up on a dark cliff overlooking the town with the full moon rising above the horizon? But then it is the 21st century. I guess the times are a-changin'.